His Virgin: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

His Virgin

A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

Nikki Chase

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This book is for mature readers. It contains sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some.

All sexual activity in this work is consensual and all sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older.

Contents

His Virgin

1. Caine

2. Daisy

3. Caine

4. Daisy

5. Caine

6. Caine

7. Daisy

8. Daisy

9. Caine

10. Daisy

11. Caine

12. Daisy

13. Caine

14. Daisy

15. Daisy

16. Caine

17. Daisy

18. Caine

19. Daisy

20. Daisy

21. Caine

22. Daisy

23. Daisy

24. Caine

25. Caine

26. Daisy

27. Caine

28. Daisy

29. Caine

30. Daisy

31. Caine

32. Daisy

33. Daisy

34. Caine

35. Daisy

Preview: Guilty

Prologue

1. Cole

2. Emily

3. Cole

About the Author

His Virgin

A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

Chapter 1

Caine

Hey! There’s a line here! shouts a man somewhere behind me.

He sounds angry, but I don’t give a fuck. The Chief of Medicine himself said we’d always get the priority here, so that guy can go to another hospital if he wants.

I guarantee, though, that there’s no place in the world where everyone is treated equally. That’s just a hippie pipe dream.

Hey, I don’t make the rules. I just happen to be good at this game called life, and I’ll admit there were also quite a few lucky rolls of the dice.

So there are benefits to being a Foster. You can hardly blame a man for taking advantage of all the privileges he’s been given, especially at a time like this.

A young nurse behind the laminate counter fixes her green eyes on me like she’s ready to chew me out. Sir, I’ll have to ask you to go back to the end of the—

Listen, I say calmly, cutting her off. Maybe you’re new and you have no idea how things work around here, so I’m going to let that attitude slide. You’re going to do exactly as I say or you’re going to lose your job. Understand?

She looks bewildered, her pretty green eyes big as saucers. No doubt her training hasn’t prepared her for this. To her credit, she shuts up and gives me a small nod.

There’s a hint of defiance in the way she clenches her jaw. She’s indignant, but she doesn’t want to get fired. Smart girl.

Under normal circumstances, I’d crush every little sign of impudence in her. She looks exactly like the kind of girl I’d enjoy doing that to. But this is not the time.

Daisy, I say as I glance at the name tag on her chest. Get someone who’s in charge and tell them Robert Foster needs immediate attention. Repeat the name for me so I know you understand me.

Robert Foster, she says with a pair of furrowed brows over her angry eyes. She’s not happy about being treated like an imbecile, but I need to know she’s going to relay the correct message. My father needs immediate medical attention; who cares if her feelings get hurt?

Good girl. Now go, I say.

I’d love to watch her walk away. The baby-blue scrubs she’s wearing don’t cling to her body, but I can just make out some little indications of the tantalizing curves underneath. I’m sure I could get a better idea if I took a better look.

I have more important things to do, though. I turn around to see the automatic glass doors of the main entrance part to let Pop into the lobby of St. Peter’s Hospital. Some guy from the office has managed to find a wheelchair for him.

Pop is clutching his chest. He looks like he’s in pain. His breaths are labored, his whole body covered in a layer of cold sweat.

Seeing him in that condition makes me want to shout at somebody to fix him right away, or at least give him something to get rid of the pain. The man seems weak; it just looks wrong.

Mr. Foster? A voice from behind the counter calls me. A man’s voice this time, alert and ready to jump into action. When I turn around, I see him already taking big strides around the counter to approach me.

Good. This is the kind of urgency I expect from one of the biggest recipients of our corporate charity program.

My father needs help. I put one hand on the back of the man in scrubs and lead him toward the wheelchair. I have no idea who he is, but he knows who we are and that’s all that matters.

He rushes toward Pop, a couple of younger men in scrubs following behind him.

I watch from the sidelines as the men do what they do best. This is the best damn hospital in San Francisco, and this is exactly why we’re so generous toward them—for times like this.

I take deep breaths and follow the men down the hallway. Depressing fluorescent lighting and the smell of disinfectants fill my senses. My muscles slacken a little, knowing Pop is in good hands, even as my heart continues beating faster than usual.

I ball my hands into fists. If it weren’t for them, my father wouldn’t be in this condition.

Fucking cops.

Chapter 2

Daisy

Are you okay? Katie touches my arm softly, but it’s enough to make me jump in surprise. She gives me a mischievous grin when I turn to look at her. I love when I accidentally manage to prank you. I wasn’t even trying.

I shoot her a dirty look. I’m not in the mood for any of her shenanigans today.

Don’t get me wrong, I love how fun Katie is. That’s why we hang out a lot since we were in nursing school together, and also why we decided to get an apartment together.

Turns out she sucks as a roommate; she’s messy, loud, and makes a habit of bringing home a carousel of men into her room—a different one every weekend.

But she’s my best friend, and my surrogate family. The only family I have, other than Jack.

What happened? You look like you want to stab those potatoes to death. Katie drops her plastic tray on the table and pulls out the chair across from me, the metal legs dragging noisily against the linoleum floor. She ignores the annoyed stares of other hospital workers around us in the cafeteria.

An asshole happened, I say curtly as I impale another piece of potato with my fork and put it in my mouth.

Oh, that’s right. I heard you met Caine Foster.

Yeah.

I’m not surprised Katie knows his name. Apparently, I’m the only person in the entire hospital who hadn’t heard about that guy. Caine Foster, everybody says, his name always mentioned in full and in a voice full of admiration.

Tell me all about it. Katie picks up her ham and cheese sandwich and looks at me with anticipation.

There’s nothing to tell. An asshole came. He was rude. That’s all.

Damn. Everybody else is raving about how hot he is and how lucky you are to have talked to him. And here you are, acting like it was nothing.

"It was nothing." I shrug.

Yeah, sure. That’s why you’re fuming. Because it was nothing. Katie takes a big bite of her sandwich and raises her eyebrows.

Okay, fine. It wasn’t nothing. He was condescending and entitled. He acted like he’s superior. He treated me like an idiot. The red-hot anger in my chest flares up again, the fire kindled by Katie’s comment. Now I remember all the infuriating things he said, the words I’ve been trying to forget all day.

Good girl. Like I’m his damn dog.

"Well, he is superior, if you think about it. Let's see. Caine Foster is rich, hot, and he practically holds Dr. Pratt’s balls in his hands. In what way is he not superior?"

Why would he have Dr. Pratt’s… Why would he have anything to do with Dr. Pratt?

Oh, Daisy. You sweet summer child. You can't even say balls. Katie grins. It's not even technically a bad word. Even kids say balls all the time. Hell, they play with balls.

I grimace. That's...disturbing.

What? That kids play with balls? The grin on Katie’s face widens.

You know exactly what I mean.

Oh, Daisy! Katie gasps and places a hand over her mouth. "Honestly, that is nasty. Get your mind out of the gutter, young lady."

I give Katie a flat stare. With impatience, I ask, What's the connection between the Chief of Medicine and the asshole?

You're no fun today. Katie sighs. In a low, gossipy tone, she says, The hospital got into big debt when we built the new wing, which was Dr. Pratt's idea. We almost had to abandon the project halfway through because the construction ended up costing way more than expected. The Foster family bailed us out.

That's crazy, that a family can be that rich.

Right?

I nod. I feel bad for Dr. Pratt now. I know how it feels to be chained down by debt and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

Why? It's not like he has to pay them back. They saved his ass.

Yeah. And now they own his ass. I know how debts work. They're never free.

I guess, Katie admits. But all he has to do is give them preferential treatment occasionally, when they need medical attention. It's a small price to pay for a new hospital wing, don't you think?

No, he just sold the dignity of the entire hospital. Now we have to do what they say, no matter how crazy the request, or how rude they are.

Katie narrows her eyes at me. What exactly did Caine Foster ask you to do?

I pause, hesitant. I know Katie’s not going to get it. She had to be there to see it for herself to get it.

He skipped the line, and he wanted me to call someone who's in charge, I say.

That's it? Jesus, the way you act, I thought he wanted your firstborn. Katie breaks into another grin and adds, Or your virginity.

Hey! Not so loud. I look around to check that nobody's heard what Katie has just said.

I'm already twenty-one, and it's embarrassing that I’m still a virgin. I feel like people would treat me differently if they knew.

Word on the street is, Caine Foster is an absolute beast in bed. He knows what he’s doing, if you know what I mean. Katie moves her eyebrows up and down to emphasize her point. She takes a deep breath, stares into the distance, and lets out a dreamy sigh. Oh, what I wouldn't give to have my first time be with a guy like Caine Foster.

I roll my eyes. That ship has sailed, a long time ago.

Ouch! Katie winces and looks me in the eyes. Words hurt, Daisy.

It's my turn to grin. I don't know when it happened, but talking to Katie has cheered me up after all. I still hate Caine Foster's guts, but now I'm mostly wondering how nice it would be to have that kind of money.

God, the number of problems I could solve if I just had enough money…

Hey, Daisy, you still need money? Katie pops her head into my room as she leans on the door frame.

Err... Hello, have we met? I look up from Jack’s homework, lean back on the headboard, and squint at Katie. "I always need money."

Good.

Good? I frown.

Yeah. I mean, I have good news for you… But only if you still need money. And since you do, well, I have good news for you. Katie grins and beckons with her hand. Come outside.

I glance at Jack, my twelve-year-old brother, who’s playing a game on my old phone while sitting in front of the cheap particleboard desk by the small window, the only window in the room. Hey, you have five more minutes to play and then you need to finish this homework, okay?

He grunts in reply, not even bothering to look up.

I roll my eyes. Teenagers.

It wasn’t too long ago that I was a teenager myself, but I had to grow up quickly, considering my childhood.

I started working really hard as soon as it was legal for me to get a job, so I could move out of Mom’s as soon as I turned eighteen. Then, I continued to bust my ass so Jack could move in with me.

I didn’t want him to have to endure Mom’s verbal abuse longer than he had to, or deal with her lousy boyfriends. Sure, nobody ever beat us up or anything, but that woman doesn’t have her shit together and shouldn’t have had kids. I know what hell it is to live with her.

Now that Jack’s here, he can actually play and study in peace. I ruffle his hair as I get up and walk away before he can swat at my hand.

Outside, in the living room, I join Katie on our second-hand Ikea couch. The seat is hard and sagging from years of use. There’s no give when I plant my butt down on it.

Katie’s grinning from ear to ear, which is always a bad sign. Whatever plan she has in her head, it must be diabolical.

So, what’s your big idea? Rob a bank? Mess with an old lady’s will so we’ll inherit all her wealth?

Have some faith in me, Daisy. I would never hurt another person. First, do no harm, remember? The grin remains plastered on Katie’s face, which doesn’t instill me with much confidence in her good will.

Alright, let’s hear it. I take a deep breath. This can be anything.

Over the years, Katie has tried to convince me to get matching tattoos, TP the house of the ex who cheated on her, and join a few other students in streaking across the campus.

I said no to all those things because I didn’t want to get sent to jail. I mean, if I have money problems now, how much more difficult would life be with a criminal record?

I have to admit that my life would’ve been a lot less interesting without Katie’s crazy ideas, though. Not all of them are completely stupid or downright dangerous.

I enjoyed crashing house parties and getting black-out drunk for free multiple times. I also joined some guys Katie knew on their road trip to Tijuana—for free, again.

Katie always has way more friends than I do, both because I’m always busy working and because it takes time for me to warm up to someone. I’d have no social life without her.

I brace myself.

Okay. You know how I’m saving up for the Europe trip? Katie adjusts her position and leans closer conspiratorially

You only talk about it, like, seven times a day.

Okay. Good. So. Um, I'm just going to say it. Katie takes a deep breath. This is not a good sign. A sane person about to deliver a sane idea doesn't get that nervous. Lingerie waitress.

What? I can't believe what I’m hearing. Even by Katie's standards, this is crazy.

Lingerie waitress, she repeats.

I heard you the first time. I just can't believe you're actually considering this. Isn't that, like, illegal or something?

It's not prostitution, Daisy. Katie rolls her eyes. It's just like any of your other waitressing jobs, only you do it while wearing lingerie.

I can be a waitress elsewhere.

Sure you can, but do any of those other jobs pay $5,000 per night?

My eyes widen in shock—and greed, too, I suppose. I raise my hand and hold up my palm, all five fingers outstretched. $5,000? Are you serious?

Dead serious. Katie’s eyes shine with excitement. She knows she’s caught my interest.

I mentally make calculations in my head. I think about the bills, the debts, the due dates, and the portion of my pay check that will be left after taking care of the essentials like rent and food.

I could really use the money.

Don't think about it too much. This is a no-brainer. That's a crazy amount of money for one night’s work. If you think about it, it's just like working at Hooters, except you wear a little less clothing.

I turn to look at Katie like she’s a genius. You're right. I didn't see it that way. Yeah, it is just like working at Hooters. What's wrong with that?

Nothing, Katie says.

Nothing, I parrot. Is this starting to sound not-crazy or have I gone crazy?

We're really lucky with the timing. They don't usually have vacancies because the job pays so well, but they just had a bunch of girls quit and now that it's party season, they're overwhelmed and understaffed. An opportunity like this doesn't come often. Katie levels her gaze at me. So, you're in, right?

No, wait. I mean, give me some time to think.

The party's tomorrow night. I know you're not working tomorrow, so it's perfect.

Tomorrow?

Yeah. That's why they urgently need girls, Katie says.

Are you sure there won't be anything...weird?

Well, depends on what you consider weird. Knowing you, you’re probably worried about safeguarding your precious virginity. Katie rolls her eyes.

It’s not precious, Katie. It just hasn’t happened yet. That’s all.

"Okay. Whatever. Since we’ll basically be walking around in our underwear, talking to men, some of them are probably going to try something. Like, you might get offers. But there’s security.

"To be honest, I do know a couple of girls who have actually taken the men up on their offers. They did it out of their own free will and they got paid really well. These men are super rich. If you’re interested, you may be able to charge a premium for your virginity." Katie grins and raises one eyebrow.

I frown. That seems seedy as hell.

Don't worry, it's a high-class event at some swanky private house. Important people will be there, people who don't want to risk their reputations over some scandal with regular girls like us. Why bother when they can date supermodels?

That doesn't sound too dangerous, I admit.

Of course not. I wouldn't drag you into dangerous situations. Katie pauses when she sees the look I’m giving her. Okay, maybe once or twice I’ve tried, but you're too smart to get involved in something dangerous. I can tell you already think it's worth trying. Believe in yourself, Katie says, emphasizing the last sentence like she’s some motivational speaker.

I smile, but I still have some doubts. How did you even hear about this?

A girl I know used to work for the company. Katie often comes to me with outlandish stories and opportunities from her many friends, so her answer doesn't surprise me.

And you trust her?

Yes. A-hundred percent. She's a sweet girl. She said she'd do it herself if her boyfriend wasn't getting all insecure about it. I’ve always wondered how she could afford all her designer bags and shoes without rich parents or a well-paying job. It all made sense when she told me about this job. Katie speaks with confidence.

She may be spontaneous to the point of recklessness, but she's a good judge of character. I know I can trust whoever she trusts.

Okay, let's do this. My heart pounds in my